"The poppy poison that my uncle suffered from, let the bracelets and anklets lock him, which can help him resist the poison." Murong Xue paused every word, lest Shen Yan would not understand, she continued to explain: "There is no cure for the poppy poison." , People who have been poisoned by poppy can only use this method to get through the poison..."
Shen Yan nodded understandingly. Poppy is a very special kind of poison. It is different from others. He has also vaguely heard of some: "Will father still be poisoned like this in the future?"
"Yes." Murong Xue nodded lightly: Shen Yue had inhaled too much poppy breath, which had already caused poisonous hair, and became addicted to drugs. Even if he no longer touches the poppy breath, he would still have poisonous hair from time to time...
Shen Yan frowned tightly: "Then what should we do?" Just watch his father poisoned for the rest of his life
Murong Xue smiled: "Don't worry, although there is no antidote to the poppy poison, it can be completely eliminated. As long as uncle does not inhale the poppy poison from now on, and can survive each episode of poison, at least half a year, at most a year , I can almost quit drug addiction..." The poppies in the cedar picture were mixed with ink, which halved the efficacy of the medicine, and Shen Yue liked to open the window when he was in the study, so the breath of poppies he inhaled It's not too much. It's quite easy to quit drug addiction...
"That's good." Shen Yan Gaoxuan's heart was slightly relieved: it would be great if he could quit the opium poppy poison and not let it harm his father for the rest of his life...
"Major General, all the people in the Painting and Calligraphy Studio have been captured except those who died." A deputy came forward and reported respectfully, "How do we deal with them?"
Shen Yan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Go to prison first!"
"Yes!" The lieutenant led the order and left.
The soldiers of the barracks came forward and carried out the dead bodies in the secret room. Murong Xue casually glanced at Fu Yuan's dead body, and joked: "Cousin, Fu Yuan is dead, you and Uncle Report to the emperor, let the emperor send a new supervising army over here." Liangcheng Border Pass, there must be no supervising army for a long time.
Shen Yan also glanced at Fu Yuan's body, and said without any pressure: "It makes sense, then I will write the notes when I return home."
Fu Yuan breeds ambition, plotting against them first, they killed Fu Yuan just to protect themselves, they all have personal and physical evidence of Fu Yuan's ambition, and they will send evidence when sending the booklet, the emperor will never blame them.
"Cough, cough..." A weak cough sounded, and it was Shen Yue who woke up. His body was stained with blood, his complexion and lips were pale, and his eyes were full of haggardness and weakness.
"Yan'er, Xue'er." Shen Yue called softly, his voice was weak.
"Father." Shen Yan stepped forward, but didn't know whether he should untie Shen Yue's restraint, and looked at Murong Xue inquiringly.
Murong Xue nodded lightly: Shen Yue has survived the onset of drug addiction, and he can cut off the bracelets and anklets that bound him.
"Kaka!" Shen Yan swung his sword and chopped off the bracelet and anklet that were tightly tied to Shen Yue.
After gaining freedom, Shen Yue breathed a long sigh of relief. His body was empty without any strength. Shen Yue tilted his body and leaned against Shen Yan's body. The deep weakness and exhaustion made Shen Yan, who is good at martial arts, feel a little bit. Clearly, he said anxiously: "Father, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Yue smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's probably due to excessive physical exertion."
"Then I'll help you go home to rest." Shen Yan said softly.
"Okay." Shen Yue nodded, and with Shen Yan's support, he walked out slowly, and saw Murong Xue standing in the secret room, staring thoughtfully at the high platform where Fu Yuan died not far away, He smiled: "Xue'er, let's go."
"Okay." Murong Xue agreed, turned around, and walked out slowly, but she was thinking in her heart that when she looked at the high platform carefully, she always felt that there was something wrong with the high platform, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Come on, is it because Fu Yuan died there, she subconsciously saw something wrong there...
Murong Xue, who was gradually walking away, did not see that after everyone left the secret room, a small door opened on the wall of the high platform, and a man wearing a black cloak came out from the small door, his tall figure was completely enveloped In the darkness, looking at Murong Xue's leaving direction without blinking, a dark light flickered in the bottom of his eyes...
After a while, he withdrew his gaze, tapped his toes, and his slender figure flew out of the secret room like a frightened bird, onto the roof of the calligraphy and painting studio, and flew towards the front. Unexpectedly, after he flew a few meters, he suddenly stopped. When I got down, I saw a young man in a snow-colored brocade robe standing on the roof directly in front of him. He held a jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and he poured himself a drink slowly. The pale golden sun shone on him. A circle of warm halo was dyed on his body, reflecting his handsome face, making people unable to take their eyes off him at first sight...